Poems Naive

Hello All:

The poems herein represent feelings, reflections and moments in time. They are original drafts, some of which remain here in all their glory and have not been edited. The criticism that I get from most of my writer friends is that the poems or stories do not have a beginning middle and an end. Or they don't always rhyme in the prescribed way. This is because most of us here in the west, whether we know it or not, have been trained in the style and structure of classical literature. In the 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, and 90s, from beat poets, to Bukowski to rap there has been some movement away from that strictness of form, as seen in the visual art world first with the French painters of the late 19 century and the Spanish painters of the early 20th, culminating with folks like Jackson Pollard in the 1930s 40s and beyond. 

In terms of literature in traditional print form, it is not the content of Bukowski that I am speaking of above, but the freedom in the way he uses the language form and style. Emily Dickinson was sort of doing the same thing with much of her poetry that did not conform to what had come before.

That being said the work here is amateur and naive, and without the polish of the outstanding professional training and talent represented by the rich literary traditions available to us in each of our respective places of origin.

I'm not sure that I will get around to tidying up around here, but I just might, so if you see these poems elsewhere in the future looking a little different and some with changed titles its all good. You can say; well I knew those poems way back when, before they were all clean and shiny. 

Comments good and bad are welcome. Thanks for looking.

Best Regards To You and Yours,

Dusty Crucible, at www.cloudywaves.blogspot.com
PS. Check for audio links to hear some poems read aloud.